Blurring The Script

Make my world go...

A/N: Hi! If you read my work in the past and enjoyed it I have great news. I am officially back with a  brand new story. It is fully written, edited and ready to go. I will be dropping chapters every Sunday evening. PS I am also currently working on completing one of my WIPs so look out for that in the future!

This night had not gone well. Hell, these last few months hadn't been the greatest either. This was supposed to be the best time of the year—WrestleMania weekend. She should have been excited, nervous, and full of anticipation. Instead, she'd been dreading it, and with good reason.

It had been a rough year so far. Her career had seen its usual ups and downs, but nothing matched the wild highs and lows of the previous year. The real wreckage was in her personal life.

Just twelve months ago, she'd walked the red carpet for the first time—radiant, proudly displaying the engagement ring on her finger, and holding the championship title. A title she'd successfully retained only a few days later.

This year, she'd spent the entire time feeling like a first-class idiot, constantly embarrassed by her fiancé's behavior and trying desperately to hide it. Only a few days before this all-important weekend, he'd stirred up a massive hornet's nest. He'd complained on social media about how others treated him like he was only an accessory to her, triggering an immediate and brutal backlash.

She really understood why he was frustrated, but she was just about at the end of her tolerance for how he was acting. He'd blown things entirely out of proportion, eventually turning his anger on her. Though she'd supported him at first, she drew the line when he demanded she bow out of tonight's ceremony. She'd tried to convince him that if he just held his head high and handled it with class, the tide of public opinion would turn and everything would blow over. But he wasn't interested in listening to her.

Instead, he spent the night sulking, making her increasingly uncomfortable as the hours dragged on. To be honest, she wished she had just come alone. Her only saving grace was being seated next to her idols. She buried herself in conversation with them, freezing out her fiancé and his childish attitude. Ironically, everyone took their cue from her and ignored him as well. He'd ended up bringing the very thing he'd been complaining about onto himself.

She tried to enjoy herself anyway, catching up with friends whenever she got a spare moment. While she managed to see Mella and Sasha briefly, poor Finn though had been way too close to the front for her to approach him, and if her night was unpleasant, she could tell his was downright miserable. She was genuinely surprised to see him sitting where he was, and she was certain that the setup was entirely to blame for the look on his face.

She and Finn had grown a lot closer over the last few months. When he'd sought her out for the Mixed Match Challenge at the beginning of the year, she had been genuinely surprised; she figured he was over the silly angle they'd run in NXT. He'd stopped teasing the fans about it months ago, right around the time she was out with an injury the previous summer. Plus, unlike their time in NXT, they had zero control over creative direction on the main roster, so continuing the bit seemed pointless. 

In the end, they weren't even paired together despite his requests. He ended up with Sasha instead, but that meant Bayley was around him constantly anyway.

She had always considered him a friend, but their current bond felt entirely different. Lately, they'd fallen into late-night conversations about topics far more personal than anything they had shared in the past. The element of playfulness and fun was still there, but he felt more like a confidant now than he ever had before.

She'd almost been able to understand why his girlfriend wanted more from him. He'd been with her a really long time, so it made sense that she didn't want to keep hiding their relationship. But it was obvious that just like how her fiancé might have had good reason to feel the way he did, that didn't mean either of them were handling it the right way.

Bayley had even tried to help Finn see things from a different perspective. But every time she attempted to help him see where his girlfriend was coming from, the woman would turn around and do something behind his back that negated everything. Eventually, Bayley had gotten fed up with her too, and she'd stopped trying to do anything but be an open ear for him to vent to.

In turn, he'd listened to her problems and frustrations as well, occasionally offering advice, but mostly just being the person who listened when she needed it most. The fact that they were both dealing with very different, yet strangely similar problems at the same time only drew them closer. It was a lot easier to be completely open with someone like Finn, who was just as angry and frustrated as she was, than it was with someone like Sasha. Even though Sasha was normally one of her closest friends, she was happily married, making it hard to confide in her about the growing cracks in her own relationship.

After the night ended and they headed back to the hotel, her fiancé announced that a few old friends had texted him to meet up at a bar. She was already exhausted, and knowing she had a packed weekend ahead of her, she simply didn't have the energy to spare for him. She told him to go ahead, hoping the time to blow off steam might improve his attitude, while she took a long, hot shower and went to bed.

She was woken by her phone ringing at some point during the night. Sitting up, she turned on the lamp and answered it groggily.

"Hello?"

"Bayley?" She was surprised to hear Finn's voice, but the raw ache in his tone made her chest tighten. He sounded utterly devastated—like he might have even been crying. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't bother you this late, I just need someone... to..." He had to pause, unable to finish his sentence.

"Hey, you know you can call me anytime," she said softly, her sleepiness vanishing. "What's wrong?"

"We broke up."

"Oh, Finn. I'm so sorry," she said softly. "Are you okay? Do you need me to meet you somewhere?"

"Are you sure? He won't have a problem with it, will he?"

It was only then that Bayley looked up and realized she was still entirely alone. When she glanced at the bedside clock, the glowing numbers read after four in the morning. Her fiancé had never returned.

"Um. He went out with some friends last night and hasn't made it back yet," she admitted, a cold flare of annoyance hitting her. "I'll just leave him a note."

She was sure if Finn hadn't been so preoccupied, he would have already said something. He was never afraid to tell her when he thought her fiancé was being an ass, and this definitely qualified. He told her which hotel he'd switched to, and she promised she'd take a cab and be there in a little while before hanging up. She immediately tried calling her fiancé, but it went straight to voicemail. Grabbing a pen, she shot him a quick text and left a note on the nightstand for good measure, then threw on some clothes and headed out into the night.